Book: Doctor Zhivago. Page 1

To heat the oven - not on the piano to play. Need to learn.

She was a burden to myself. She wanted to run aimlessly from yourself.

- You're trying good and they strive to have you a knife in the ribs, he growled and didn't know where he was going.
This world of meanness and of fraud, where razevshiysya the lady dares to look at the man-boob, the workers, drunken victim of these orders finds pleasure in the desecration of their own kind, this world was hateful to him now than ever.

Nepopravimoe what a jerk you have to be to play in the life of only one role, to occupy a place in society, mean only one and the same!

They're scary weirdos and children. Area sensitive, which they are so worried about, they for some reason called "vulgarity" and use this expression the way and inconvenient. Very bad choice of word! "Vulgarity" - that they have the voice of instinct, and pornographic literature, and the exploitation of women, and almost the entire physical world. They turn red and pale when you say that word!

And he lives and feels.

The mystery of life, mystery of death, the beauty of genius, the beauty of exposure.

- She doesn't want to like him, he thought, to be a beautiful, captivating. She despises this side of the feminine essence and as if punishing himself for being so good. And this proud hostility to herself multiplies tenfold its enchantment.

Oh, how I want sometimes mediocre-the sublime, the gloomy human lovegevity in seeming silence of nature, to convict the soundlessness of long, hard work in bessovestnoi sound sleep, of true music and numb from the fullness of the soul quiet heart touch!

In the next few days revealed the extent to which he is lonely. He did this not vinyl. Seen, he wanted and achieved.
Strange faded and discolored friends. No one left their world, their opinions. They were much brighter in his memories. Apparently, he had overestimated them.

I want to say that in the life of the wealthy was, however, something unhealthy. The abyss of excess. Extra furniture and extra room in the house, the extra subtlety of feelings, the extra expression.

Oh, with what force, how perceptive feel in childhood, for the first time!

To deliver Pasha from Sully affection, to uproot and put an end to the torment, Lara announced to the Pasha, that refuses him because you don't like it, but cried so hard, saying this renunciation that it was impossible to believe. Pasha suspected her of all mortal sins, did not believe a word she said, he was ready to curse and hate, and liked it fiendishly, and was jealous of her own thoughts, a mug from which she drank, and the cushion on which she lay.

He is still with his high-school years dreaming of the prose, the book of life, wherever he is in the form of hidden explosive nests could insert the most amazing thing he managed to see and to change your mind. But for this book he was still too young, and there he was, off instead the Scripture verses, as would a painter all his life conceived sketches to the big picture.